More importantly, I’m so sorry about the loss of your father. I don’t believe we ever discussed it in the months we’ve worked together; I noticed that the date is creeping up again.

My Dad, Joel, died in 2000 of a Sepsis infection contracted during his chemotherapy. Although I’d watched him dying for over a year, it was still a shock when he went. After a slow and painful decay, the infection burned through his body like a wildfire. In 24 hours, he was gone.

As I look back upon this family tragedy nearly a decade later, I still miss him daily. Yet, I have moved towards a place of celebrating that I was lucky to have him in my life at all.

Your article is beautiful, particularly the way you eloquently express how much you cherished your relationship. I hope that this second year brings you comfort and a lessening of the pain of loss. Clearly, he loved you too.

Thinking good thoughts for you and your family.

Fondly,
Jess

Thanks for sharing not only your talent but also your sincere feelings during a time of indescribable sorrow. Knowing your father was a privilege especially in his world of sarcasm and non-specific road signs.

Thanks for writing this heartfelt piece. I bawled when I read it. I’m certain that your dad loved you just as much as you love him.
Take care,

Kristin

Glad to know you and, through the post, your father,

DB